Golden

Divine beauty at expense to my forsooth,
And alas, angels envy her.
With eyes that shine of the truth,
Just glimmer dimmly behind them sadly.
Her flawless existence but framed by her lies.
So I wept.
She yields to greater forces by lesser ways
Upheld by God though given no praise.
As if He intended not for this.
So I wept.
Halo of golden aura and tranquil gleam
Yet my serenity was all in this a dream.
And her face of angel beauty was her golden tool,
For it was just pyrite, faking me into the fool.
Turn, I did, away from her to save some face,
For love for me was just not in God's grace.
And so I wept.

by Andy Greenwald

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